The stars have lost a battle with the moon,
They shriek with disdain.
"We are in millions", they boast as they conspire
The moon unaware of it peeks through lover's windows
It has been with them blessing their barren hearts.
The stars cast a dreamy spell blinding people's gaze.
But the moon, it keeps people awake
It finds itself in a poet's unsung verse
Or in the lover's blotted ink stained letters.
The night seems awake in its silvery touch
Yet the stars, look how they detest it's gleam!
Their envy causing them to blink
But does the moon care enough!
It has seen stories being born, it has bore the pain of loses
But it kept it's gleam alive.
For he knew, it healed bruised hearts
He knew what he meant to the world
He kept his gleam alive as the stars blinked and cursed!
I wasn't always who I am today. It took a lot of courage to break past my shell. Oscar Wilde had once stated that knowing what you want to be in life becomes a curse because you invariably become that but not knowing is liberating, there are endless possibilities of who you can become. I too didn't know who I was going to be. Today, I realise it was liberating. I never knew i could find my voice some day. Now that I feel liberated,it becomes difficult to remain confined. We need to grow, evolve into better beings each day. We need to grow past the "checks and balances" of life. I remember Fuller here, Fuller has asked us to be a part of a process of this evolving planet. He wants us to be "verbs" not "nouns"! Here is a tale of an introverted me who knew not what to expect from life . ....... I would talk less at school, not attend socialising events, avoid looking at stranger's eyes while on the road. In short, I wanted to be invisible to t...
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